holiday party
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction—The Christmas Party
I laugh. My laugh, this thing that sounds better on somebody else.
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A Uniquely Literary Holiday Party (In San Francisco)
The winter is cold and dark and your fingers turn blue. Money is scarce. Mornings are the worst of all. Some of us get lonely. We reach for the bottle or the remote control. We long for free camaraderie in…